MysteryWriter s Final SpringChapter 5
I set up my computer on the picnic table, then began the laborious task of copying CDs. I didn't even stop for lunch. Instead I heated a can of BeanieWienies. "I ate enough of those in my childhood to make me want to throw up at the sight of them. I am going to go find real food while you play with that damn computer. If you let me drive the van, I will bring you something back." "Good plan," I replied. "Ice, I always need ice." "Right, I have my cell phone if Angela calls, I will...